Evolution of a soul

She had a life or believed she could,
a cause for which she neither knew nor cared.
Never questioned but faithfully followed,
taught through silent breaths of piety and worship.

She was made to and was joined,
through the heart and a glistening thread promised.
Unwavering and unquestioning she had conformed,
the luxuries of thought and question left unheeded.

Promises were made and left unfulfilled,
like ghosts they did haunt her wake.
With the thread she had blossomed and flowered,
With the thread she had borne two fruits.

One was born dark and shadowed,
but nevertheless grew sweet and flourished.
One that was fairly spritely and endowed,
went with the wind to the distant unknowns.

Deliberate and sure, she ever grew so bitter,
until recognition was futile, even for her own.
Never was that face of her seen before,
never was that face of her desired upon.

Sure as her footsteps on the steps of stone,
definite as passing of time and deep pain,
She ploughed on through and thorough,
questions in distress and in vain.

Interrogative pronouns

'Why' is a cheap luxury!

"Here I put something said by somebody really old, in some essay that is also really old, and that makes me educated and wise." 

                                                       - High School Examination style

Inquisitiveness never killed, stories about a cat being killed because he was curious can be restricted to such classifications of cats that are, in my opinion, asinine and not worth giving diddly a squat about (because it died, didn't it? And that too pretty stupidly). Maybe it never knew what the tires on a truck would do to it if it had an encounter on an open road, but it ought to have known that something that fast hitting it, won't lead to an amusing scenario from its perspective. But 'what' is a different situation altogether, certain situations would demand that the person saying 'what' incessantly and with escalating amount of emphasis, be shot through the knees, after you take a bite off their burger and a sip off their cola and to what effect is just plain relief. 'What' is annoying unless used in the right context. How, who and where are other cousins and all of them are called interrogative pronouns. They all beg to be used and re-used, with all their conciseness and brevity, and yet the 'users' would prefer to counter something that did not click in their head with something that had clicked earlier but never actually made sense to anyone except themselves. Well not really made sense, but that which gave off an initial aura of sense-making which would probably vanish as soon as they express it themselves.

Life is like a twitter profile, it is a series of microblogs that are supremely anecdotal. Then a series of discourses start with more anecdotal content, agreements and disagreements, but that is good, that is how it is supposed to happen. It is just a dialogue played out in action. Whatever's been done and is going to be done as a consequence will play out like a conversation. Intense and mutating these actual conversations play out and decrees other mutations in causality. Where is the conciseness and the brevity now? It's lost in translation. It's lost when an action with no sudden apparent consequence produces millions of such actions, thus acting as an inception for a series of events. From cause to effect. Lost in between. What is the entirety of such a discourse? It does not demand or conceive an idea for an end, it's ever mutating and ever functioning. It's just a game of cause and effect.

Life is a question with multitudes of subjective answers that are all lost in translation.